"What defines me…"
The drake's words lingered through the night. It left him pondering so deeply that he barely spoke.
When he asked Bolas if he knew what his calling was, he gave him an answer that he didn't expect.
"There was a time when I knew what my calling was. Yet the moment I failed and went against my calling, it was also the same time I started drifting through life."
He recalled his failure without a shred of anger or bitterness; one could see that he was no longer held back by his past.
"Back then, I didn't realize what my calling was until it was too late. We aren't born knowing what defines us, but our souls will know when the time comes."
"It's the moment you feel the most fulfilled," the drake continued. "An action that can seem irrelevant. An accomplishment smaller than any other you might achieve. And yet—"
His voice had slowed.
"Nothing else compares to it."
